"Lets get you home so you can change," Sandra said. Amy climbed onto the back of the bike and gently put her arms around Sandra it wasn't long before ...hey were zooming along. Amy was a lot more relaxed for the ride home and the sensations from the bike vibrating against Amy's thighs made the dildos inside her hum, Amy pushed her still swollen aching clit hard against the seat, her pussy was over sensitive and the sensation sent tingles along the length of her pussy, she held Sandra tighter. He treated me as if I was “the one”. He would occasionally bring me flowers just because and show up almost everywhere I was just to hang out with me. One afternoon he showed up at my door. The doorbell sounded as if it were in pleasure by the way he shoved his finger onto the smooth button. I walked to the door to see Brian standing there with his fresh cut as if he just had it done by steady-handed barbers on the plane. His hazel green eyes turned in my direction as he waited for me to open. The one whose ass was just a blur whenever that one song came on, what the fuck was that song?” “Get Busy by Sean Paul. And the reason her ass was just a blur was because you were so fucking drunk you could barely make it up the steps for the table dance asshole.” “Oh yeah, cool song. Wait a second, I was NOT that fucking drunk. As I recall you were the limp legged drunk. Christ, it’s kinda hard to talk to the ladies when you’re stumbling around looking like an idiot you know. You could try and. .. And he broke my heart ... And I’ve been negative about ... Everything ... Men especially, since then ... But I’m not into girls ... So I just, sort of, retreated into pornography ... Watching it, not being in it ... Not until, like, today ... Ha ha...”We cut to a different angle as she answers another prompting question, “I liked to see men being abused and taken advantage of, the way I was taken advantage of ... I really got into gay porn – gang bangs, rough sex, that kind of thing ....